🦇 WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! Midnight… moon’s out… Bass up… lights out… Suno’s gone mad, now we shaking the floor! Oh, darling… WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! Esmé walks in, got the whole room frozen, Black lace, red lips, bad intentions. Ryan looks dangerous, dressed in black, One bassline drops and he never looks back. DAI’s got a clipboard, counting the dead, Johnny plays a funeral tune instead. Ophelia casts spells, makes the lights go blue, Tonalli’s two-stepping, C.K.Y.’s loose! Cold hands moving underneath my feet, Dead hearts beating to the garage beat. Three… two… one… EVERYBODY GET DOWN! WHO! WHO! — LET THE DEAD OUT! BOOM! BOOM! — SHAKE THE HOUSE! Fangs out! Lights out! Turn it up loud! Six feet deep but we run this crowd! DEAD! DEAD! EVERYBODY GET DOWN! Bones go bang when the bass comes round! Left, right, make the whole floor bounce! DJ, wheel it — WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! “Who-who-who-who?!” Left side, right side, creep in time, Skeleton hips and a crooked spine. Lights go red, hear the whole crew shout— WHO? WHO? WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! Esmé says, “Darling, don’t touch my drink,” Ryan. disappears before you can blink. DAI lost count, now he’s losing his mind, Johnny drops a banger from another lifetime. Ophelia’s laughing, the chandeliers sway, Tonalli’s ancient but she owns the rave. C.K.Y.’s briefcase just started to breathe— I said, “Not tonight! Get that thing away from me!” Red eyes flashing in ultraviolet, Bass gets louder, nobody stays quiet. Hands up high, let the ceiling ignite, We’re bringing every buried soul to life! WHO… WHO… WHO… WHO… LET THE DEAD GET— OUT! OUT! OUT! — LET THE DEAD OUT! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! — SHAKE THE HOUSE! Fangs out! Lights out! Scream it loud! The living look scared when we run this town! WHO! WHO! — YOU KNOW THE SOUND! DEAD! DEAD! — WE OWN THIS GROUND! Wiggle them bones, let the bassline pound! DJ, wheel it — WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! One for the shadow… Two for the sin… Three little knocks… LET THE NIGHTMARE IN. The clock struck thirteen… The dead want an encore. GIVE THEM ONE MORE! Hands in the air, let the whole place shake, No pulse needed when the bassline breaks. Higher… higher… lose control… WAKE THE DEAD! AND SHAKE YOUR SOUL! Who let the dead out? WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! (WHO? WHO?!) Boots on the floor, make the whole crypt move! FANGS OUT! LIGHTS OUT! SHAKE THAT ROOM! Esmé’s in charge — make some bloody room! DEAD! DEAD! EVERYBODY GET DOWN! Six feet deep but we run this town! Wiggle them bones, let the bassline pound! DJ, WHEEL IT — WHO LET THE DEAD OUT?! WHO! WHO! — LET THE DEAD OUT!! THE DEAD ARE ALIVE AND THEY OWN THIS CROWD! Best night in centuries… Nobody’s leaving. [End.]
